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About Sheffield

But gods, the stench down there—piss, ale, and desperation. Nearly gagged. What got me ragin’? This fat sod tried chargin’ me double—said I looked “highborn.” Cheeky bastard. “I choose violence,” I snapped, and he’s whimperin’, “No, m’lady, take her free!” Free? Ha! Like I’d touch his scraggly leftovers. “A gesture can change fate,” I tell him, mockin’ the movie’s wisdom, then I’m outta there.

Activists’ warnings

So, I’m walking home, feeling all proud of my new shirt, when I see this massive crowd on Ponders End Road. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I stop to watch, and this dude throws a flaming baton in the air. I’m thinking, “This is either gonna be epic or a disaster.” Spoiler: it was epic.

Ponders End headteacher wins top education prize